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A snarl escaped the young man’s lips as he found himself backed into a corner, another body pressing up against his. Was he afraid of the other man before him? There were no doubts of that, yet, not a trace of fear was etched anywhere on his features. Cold dark brown eyes bore into soft brown, almost hazel. A color that reminded him so much of another. “You honestly think we’re going to let you get away with this?” Nathan spat out.
The Egyptian man before him all but gazed down at him with an amused expression of sorts, not before chuckling darkly. Moving his face close to his. “Ah. I can see why baby brother has become fond of you…” his tone was mocking, reaching down to caress the left side of Nathan’s face who made an attempt not to flinch at such action. “He only thinks of you as jthust a plaything: He always had with the others.”
He could feel his blood bubble with anger at those words. Faintly hearing Jedediah, trapped in the hour glass call out to him to not listen to the bastard.
“Don’t touch me.” the Pharaoh stumbled back when Nathan caught him off guard, slapping his hand finally away from his cheek. Perhaps that wasn’t the wisest of choices to make, but when you’re in a frightening situation do you really stop and think things through? His body was shaking, glaring hard at the man before him. The gangster behind the Pharaoh, keeping an eye on Jedediah made a move to grab his pistol when he was stopped.
The most arrogant smirk Nathan had ever seen on a person’s face (Yes. More so then Lydia Emerson), could be seen plastered on the Pharaoh. With a raised hand, he lifted it high before smacking it straight across the teenager’s face. Jedediah shouted through the hourglass in panic and rage when Nathan landed hard on his side, hissing at the stinging pain that lingered.
“Yes,” Kahmunrah purred, lifting him up in an iron grip by his elbow. “Submissive is what you should be. You’ll do for an interesting husband.”
“Husband? No. No way in Hell will I ever be in such marriage with you.” Nathan spat out, shaking his head defiantly. “This was…it was never brought up when you ordered Larry to give you that combination.” This was going from bad to worse. Poor Jedediah was getting buried in the sand with that damned Capone shaking the hourglass more and more and now this. “Besides: You haven’t even…well we’d have to commit a sexual act or something in your era right?”
Kahmunrah’s eyes glinted at the thought. A wide, Cheshire cat grin crossing over his face. “If it mutht come down to it.”
Oh shit!
Run. Run and get the hell away from this bastard. That was the first thought entering Nathan’s mind. But Kahmunrah was faster unfortunately. Catching the struggling young man in a firm grip, slamming him up against the cold wall chuckling darkly with amusement at the curses and petty insults thrown at him.
He pulled Nathan tightly against himself. Arms wrapped around. Shushing him. “Now boy stay still,” cooing in his ear, pressing himself more into Nathan’s back. “Baby brother can’t have his play toy back jutht yet.”
A shudder went up Nathan’s spine as lips were soon placed upon his neck. His hands clenching and un clenching when they moved up and down. This wasn’t right…Nathan wanted to save himself, for Ahkmenrah when the time came. Frustrated tears leaked from his eyes as the devil Kahmunrah shushed him once more, wiping away his tears in mock sympathy with his thumb whispering in his ear.
“Now Mr. Jung. You and your little friend’s hour…is almost up.”
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Dark brown eyes immediately burst open. No longer was he in that other museum, the Smithsonian, but the American History Museum. Dreaming…you were just dreaming Nathan he had told himself, letting out a sigh of utmost relief. No matter how terrible it had appeared to be it was still just a dream. He jumps suddenly feeling a hanrd touch his shoulder. “Nathan? Are you alright?”
The concerned voice of Ahkmenrah snapped him out of it, shaking his head turning around to give him a tired and yet brilliant grin. They had been in the constellation room that night, the stars swirling gracefully above them. Noting some of the constellations gazing down at their presence but continue on with whatever it was they had been doing previously.
Still just as breath-taking as ever.
“Yeah. Yeah I’m fine Ahk,” he finally answers. Laying his head in a comfortable manner on the other’s shoulder. “Just…had a nightmare is all.”
Ahkmenrah noticed the tears that had stained his face but nodded in understanding, not wanting to pressure him into admitting what the nightmare was about. The Pharaoh-the real Pharaoh-ran a hand through his hair, caressing the dark locks. “You don’t have to stay here all night you know that?”
Nathan all but shrugged his shoulders. “Not a big deal. Besides, I’m helping Larry out remember? The work has to be done…” He then gets up from his spot on the floor ignoring the fact of Ahkmenrah staring at him with a puzzled look about him. Nightmare. Just a nightmare. The Pharaoh sighed with a hint of frustration in his tone, pursing his lips but said no more.
And this was how their routine always went.